A pleasant surprise: "Your sister-in-law’s heart has nearly recovered, thanks to its powerful self-healing ability. Over three years, it has been healing bit by bit. We never properly acknowledged this issue. It’s amazing! I need to revisit my research on this topic."
Gu Shaocheng wasn’t interested in her dical obsession and dedication: "Cut the nonsense. Just tell , is she alright?"
Gu Qianqian put away the films and reviewed the health check data: "It seems... it seems there’s no problem... I need to discuss this with Chenxing’s previous attending doctor. Brother, your sister-in-law waking up without an oxygen mask is the best news ever. By slowly adjusting her lifestyle, you’ll definitely get back a healthy sister-in-law!"
Upon hearing Qianqian’s final confirmation, Gu Shaocheng was so happy, it was as if he had won the lottery. Yet he felt fearful, worried that this was just a dream. In the past, he had had too many beautiful dreams like this, but after waking up, he was unable to cope with the cruel reality.
At this mont, every breath felt unreal, as if he were treading on clouds, so much so that he couldn’t rember how he got back to the Gu Family.
The bedroom was especially romantic, with flickering red candles and a bed covered with rose and tulip petals, and an intoxicating fragrance perating the air.
"Can you call my na again? I feel like this is still a dream. Can you call my na once more?"
He’s said this countless tis already. Since she awoke until now, a full five hours, Chenxing hadn’t deliberately counted but could estimate it was surely over 100 tis.
His lips quivered, voice hoarse as if crying.
Tears welled up from Chenxing: "Shaocheng."
"Gu Shaocheng."
"Husband."
"I am Chenxing."
"I am your wife."
"I have truly awakened!"
"This is not your dream!"
As she finished the last sentence, a wild, rough hand suddenly pulled her into an embrace. A powerful, intense masculine scent tightly enveloped her, his warm, tender body heat passing through her skin into her heart.
Gu Shaocheng wrapped around her softly in the candlelight, his lips touching hers, the nearly three years of longing surging silently in the wedding chamber, his reason swept beyond the clouds with every call.
Chenxing’s body had only just awakened; her various organs were fragile. He dared not hold her forcefully, yet couldn’t help but lingeringly touch her up and down.
At this mont, he truly wished to be tangled with her, to the life-and-death extent, but he couldn’t, nor dared to.
Even amidst the rush of kisses, there remained careful reserve.
He didn’t like being so cautious and fearful, but within this turbulent love, his heart couldn’t help but be restless, one part ecstatic, one part worried.
"Do you know how long you slept, you lazy pig?"
Gu Shaocheng unexpectedly cried while kissing, leaving Chenxing flustered and at a loss what to do.
She slowly raised her hand to wipe the flowing liquid on his face, with a great attitude of admitting fault: "I’m sorry, Shaocheng, for making you worry." Saying this, she touched the corner of his eye with her lips, licking the about-to-fall tears.
The taste: bittersweet.
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